Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.